London Pride

London Pride has been handed down to us

London Pride is a flower that's free

London Pride means our own dear town to us

And our pride it for ever will be

Woa Liza

See the coster barrows

Vegetable marrows

And the fruit piled high

Woa Liza

Little London sparrows

Covent Garden Market where the costers cry

Cockney feet

Mark the beat of history

Every street

Pins a memory down

Nothing ever can quite replace

The grace of London Town

INTERLUDE

There's a little city flower every spring unfailing

Growing in the crevices by some London railing

Though it has a Latin name in town and country-side

We in England call it London Pride

London Pride has been handed down to us

London Pride is a flower that's free

London Pride means our own dear town to us

And our pride it for ever will be

Hey lady

When the day is dawning

See the policeman yawning

On his lonely beat

Gay lady

Mayfair in the morning

Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street

Early rain

And the pavement's glistening

All Park Lane

In a shimmering gown

Nothing ever could break or harm

The charm of London Town

INTERLUDE

In our city darkened now street and square and crescent

We can feel our living past in our shadowed present

Ghosts beside our starlit Thames

Who lived and loved and died

Keep throughout the ages London Pride